Each of the six people's throats, including Jian Tianchen, bore a small but fatal sword wound.
"I told you, the six of you are far from enough."
Ling Xiao put away the White Jade Flying Dragon Sword, looked coldly at the six wavering bodies, and said indifferently.
"Why!
Why!
I can't understand!"
Jian Tianchen's sword was stuck in the ground beside him.
His body, even moving was a problem, he could only murmur continuously there, consuming his remaining strength.
An Ming stared at Ling Xiao, flabbergasted.
The light in her eyes was gradually dimming.
She didn't understand, even as she died, why the lowly commoner she once disdained now possessed such frightening power.
Jian Liufeng also had only one breath left.
His heart was filled with immense fear and regret.
It all started with what he did to Ling Xiao's sister, Ling Jiaojiao.
Back then, he was an arrogant and powerful swordsman.
In front of him, Ling Xiao was nothing.
Have I really been wrong?
